Black has no lyrics, it's instrumental
Her fabulous invention What strange imagination shown Her glorious intentions A sea of doubt beneath her own You're not the first to dream this, little
Next phase, next craze, next nothing new Got the pretty boy beat him up black and blue Broke the sissy boy's teeny toy heart in two Turned him into a
I think my friend said, "I hear footsteps" I wore my black and white dress to the Birthday massacre, birthday massacre, birthday I wore my black and white
Plastic blue invitations in my room I've been waiting here for you Reservations made for two sunlight fading Black tongues speak faster than the car
It's getting late, it all just wanes and pales And fades away if we just want It too much and what a shame if all There is, is all that's gone away There
They're getting ugly, they're a horror show And now we're laughing, 'cause they'll never know That they've got everything, we give them all of our own
And boys are so cold They speak without meaning The only time they talk is in their sleep And girls are a bore Their touch without feeling Their secret
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selfish need for something more Claws in vain at closing doors Scarring faces once adored Tracing circles in the violet prison For violet visions And
Hands cover whispers of the lovers fright Fear-cloaked renditions of that autumn night Digging up rumors of the kids in the park What awful things happened
Five glasses changed my mind Seems like the ticking hands are taking their time I guess I've been at home for longer than it takes to unwind So slap me
need for something more, Claws in vain at closing doors. Scarring faces once adored. Tracing circles in the violet prison, for violet visions. And
번역: 생일 대학살. 제비꽃.
